I plan to do the usual thing that men in my family have done for generations. I will creep through the woods, equipped with only a pair of mocassins, a deerskin loincloth, and a sharp knife, and I will stalk the wild turkey to its doom! You have to be both stealthy and fast to get them, specially when doing it in this manner.

When the turkey is rendered hors de combat, I will carry it home and cook it on a spit over an open fire. Tobacco and sage offerings will be made to appease the turkey spirits and many songs will be sung.

Ah, yes...it's going to be glorious! ;-)